Chapter Twelve
They held each other for so long that Casey thought for sure he’d fallen asleep. But when she gently extricated herself from his arms to get a glass of water, he stirred and rolled over onto his stomach, watching her move about the room.
She reached for a bathrobe to cover herself.
“You don’t need that,” he said.
“Trust me, there’s too much moonlight in here.”
“Exactly,” he grinned. “That way I can see you.”
“Come on.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m thirty-four. It’s like watching the ravages of time in slow motion—the only place I’m going is down.”
She could tell the effort Ben was putting into not laughing at her. “You are actually crazy,” he declared. “Also, I hate to break it to you, but you’ve got a long time before you’ll legitimately count as old.”
“I’m practically
